Over several Cascade premiums and a steaming hot spa - amberliquid is born!

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I like to write. I like to drink. I like to get drunk and then write. A beer blog just seems too perfect! I’ve been anticipating this first entry for so long now that I suddenly feel under enormous pressure to get it right. What if you read this and it leaves you cold? Or worse still - FLAT. And I’m talking flat like the beer you chucked in the freezer coz it wasn’t quite cold enough….. only someone dropped round or you went to sleep or passed out on the couch in front of a Midsomer Murder and didn’t find said beer for 2 days, after which time it had frozen solid. And you’ve thought - well i’m not throwing perfectly good beer out. I’ll just leave it to defrost in the sink. It’ll be fine.

Sure.

Until you knock the top off it and instead of making that satisfying SHCHICK……. you are greeted with dead silence. But ever the optimist and reluctant to throw a beer out until it has been proven to contain actual botullism spores, you take big hearty swig and… it’s flat as a tack and tastes just a bit not right.

Well that’s what I’m frightened of. An entry that’s as flat as frozen beer.

So, my own performance anxieties aside, I am actually here to chat about beer. Because what better subject is there to write about? Tonight I am drinking my usual Cascade draught. Now I do like a good import or a boutique beer, but I was only commenting the other night (over a few Cascade premo’s and a bloody hot spa) that if I had to choose one beer to consume as my last, it would be a Cascade draught. Now it’s strange really because I actually grew up in Devonport on the North West coast of Tassie and my Dad fed me “shandies” (about 99.1% lemonade - I WAS only 4 years old!) made with the local drop of Boags. So you’d think I’d be a Boags drinker. But I really came of age here in Hobart and so, Cascade is my beer of choice. Although, when I was coming of age I would have willingly drunk anything so long as it was in my price-range and didn’t cause too much blistering of the esophagus. Which didn’t leave much. Sunnyvale cask wine still has a special place in my heart….

Anyway, back to the revered amber liquid… I hope you have found this first entry to be a crisp SHCHICK and not flat and disappointing (but still beer and thus not to be wasted!) and that you will return to read my future ramblings.

Cheers. I’m off to have another beer. A Stella.

Because some nunk-nunk didn’t get the next 6 pack of draught in the fridge in time and it’s warm and we all know where this is heading………..